Battle of the kitties


Word to the wise…never pet a stray cat and never get in the middle of a cat fight!

I suppose that ‘cat referee’ is not my next upcoming career move. As Rocky reappeared on the scene so did Fatcat and that’s when the fur started to fly. I always thought I was quite lucky not to have a very jealous husband but it seems I am not so lucky when it comes to jealous cats!

As I tried to keep the peace my beloved and trusted Fatcat took a swipe at me and drew blood. Well hey, wait a minute here, what about all the dadini and free cuddles I have provided all these years? Don’t they count for anything? Rocky of course did a bit of a victory dance on the terrace and then he decided my ankle must have looked somewhat like a chicken bone and he bit it! This was after I already gave him a dish of yummy dadini…

Just goes to show you that cats are only loyal until their tummies are full and bellies sufficiently rubbed! Go figure! And I had to be a cat person.  What was I thinking?

I wonder if you can train a cat to chase wild boar? Then perhaps the blood shed would be worth saving my Orto for.

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About lmarmstrong66

I'm a blogger, painter, writer, singer. For the love of all things in nature and creativity.
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4 Responses to Battle of the kitties

  1. Kat says:

    Rocky is very aptly named I think. He looks like quite the ruffian!

  2. I was thinking of nicknaming him “Hellian” but I didn’t want to give him a complex.

  3. Linda says:

    did you have to get rabies shots?!

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